How I became a stalker

Stalking is not my style, really. Fair enough, it happened! And it became an amusing activity. I went to one of Brno clubs to a Bday party - our usuall club. Music was terrible, young kids hanging around, too much of a smoke, not much to do though. And then I saw HIM. That was not him of course, just some young student looking slightly alike Jacob Black! Short black hair, huge smile, black T-shirt and black jeans and - OMG - the same casual Nike shoes with white rubber at front. I almost passed out:-D. And that's how we (me and my colleague) started to stalk him. We wanted to talk, so we had to talk right next to him. He was talking to a girl, that was smaller than him but slim with the same hair Jacob's real life love crush had. What a coincidence! He went up to dance with that girl, so we went up to dance floor too. He moved to a bar to get some drink, so we followed to a bar to get some drinks too. At one point I lost him in the crowd and that's how our search mission began. Mission was sucessfully accomplished. Uuugh:-) At the end it turned out to be a great fun. It would never come across my mind that I would be able to stalk some young guy in a club (I do look like a pervert a bit, don't I?:-/) and that I would enjoy it:-D.

Kilos down, boobs down

Dieting has also unpleasant side effects. I am not only losing some extra fat around my tights (which is great) but also my boobs are shrinking! All my bras are too big for me to wear and I have to walk perfectly straight so that nobody notices the discrepancy between my breasts and my bra (and aslo so that the boobs fill in all space inside the bra - either push-up or not). But if I walk straigh, then it is good for my back...isnt't it?